Chapter 7

Charlie reached out and brushed a finger over the corner of Harry’s eye collecting a tear with a frown. “Please don’t.” He took Harry’s hand in his. “Let me help you.”

Harry wanted to die. Wanted to roll over and die. Either that or throw himself into Charlie’s arms and tell him the whole sickening, sordid truth. Instead he nodded. He couldn’t speak, so he just nodded and watched relief spread over Charlie’s face materialising in a lovely, lopsided smile.Chapter 5

Charles held Harry’s slender hand in his and watched as he agonised. There was definitely something that he wasn’t telling him, Charles was certain of that, but then Harry capitulated and agreed to accept his help. The relief that flooded him was enormous and the extent of it surprised him. There was something about Harry that called to him so strongly it frightened him.

“Would you like some brandy?” he said, extricating his hand from Harry’s. He needed to break the contact.

“Thank you.”